This one was short and overweight, withno hair whatsoever on his head. He wore a bowler and a white tux withcummerbund, smoked a cigar, and attached t...ree jewel-coated rings on eachof his fingers. The sartorial image was completed with two black Italianloafers, complete with metal tips."Sure thing, Boss," a third guy said. The one was about average height,and fairly skinny. His blonde hair fellow to the bottom of this ears,and his blue suit clashed with his Jordache sneakers."We're doing so. I could see her pussy through the loose legs of her pajamas that, as I suspected, she was naked under the thin top and bottom of the pajamas.Her pussy had a great mass of thick black hair on her mons above the lips of her pussy but she had almost no hair on the lips themselves. Her pubic hair stopped growing abruptly on either side of her mons and I saw that she could easily wear a bikini without having to have a bikini wax or to trim her pubic hair.I wondered whether she shaved her pussy lips. The answer is that I don’t know. How I really feel about us doing the dirty, I mean. There was...”“ ... a distraction. Yeah, Kathryn and I had the same discussion, and it’s part of why I’m not sure how I feel about it either.”“Right. Though I suppose you understand that she was much more of a distraction for me than you were.”“Naturally. So, anyway, does that mean...”“ ... that we should do it again, but on our own? I’ve thought about it, and I’m sure you have too. I don’t know that I have an. Now her fingers were there, an inch from my mouth and I knew I had to do it. I opened my mouth and she pushed them in. I let my tongue explore them probing between them. I’d read various stories on the internet recently and in a couple of them they tried to describe the taste, but I now knew that none of them got it quite right. It was slightly salty, they’d got that right, but the only word I could come up with was ‘silk’ which isn’t even a taste! If silk tasted of anything then it had to be.